It was around noon now, and Zack's shift was almost over. After
this he had some chores to run. It was rumored that inspection time was
coming up, and he had to do his routine equipment check up. The minute
hand on his wrist watch seemed like it hadn't moved all day, he couldn't keep his eyes from closing. " Sector 7 stop, coming up, please look around to be sure your not leaving any of your personal items behind. Have a nice day." sounded the loud speaker.

" Well, this is where I get off." Muttered Zack to himself, punching in the code to unlock the door.

The train slowed then halted by the platform, Zack waited till he heard the sound of the preasure break's lock to open the door. He hopped out, he was glad to finally be able to move around and was beginning to enjoy his newfound freedom when a wave of train passangers disembarking from no particular exit trampled him merciesly. The crowd disappeared into the streets just as quickly as it had arrived and Zack found himself laying on the ground bruised and forgotten. This was why quiting time was always the most painful part of the day. But he was getting use to the crowded streets of Midgar.

Standing, he brushed himself off, he was in far better shape today than he had been yesterday. " This time I got off the train with out having to go to the ER first." he mused, exaggerating a bit. He couldn't help but make fun of himself sometimes. He had a tendancy to do things in the funniest way possible. Yawning loudly, he began stretching his arms. Standing around all day was harder work than one would think. His sword, which he kept slung across his back, made a metal to metal 'clink' noise as he leaned up against a nearby lamp-post by the worn, stone stairs.

Midgar seemed to have a dark shadow cast over it 24 hours a day. This was caused by the large metal plate that loomed over the town. Whatever sunlight was able to leak through the polluted clouds in the sky, was mostlikely reflected by the large metal disk, refusing it's entry.

A breeze swept by him swirling several newspaper articles into the air above him, " I'll just wait here till the train leaves." He thought quietly to himself. Several children ran down the steps and over to a nearby chain-link fence. Staring out into the graveyard of trains that would never run again, Zack wondered how everyone was getting along without him. Zack wasn't native to Midgar, or even this part of the world for that matter, he was from Gongaga. He had lived there with his parents, who were a little old when they had him. His older brother of 20 years had left to seek his fortune in Midgar when Zack was only 2.

The whistle sounded and the train began to move. The red coated ShinRa employees quickly got back on and slid the doors shut. The last person who had gotten of was a tall black man with a young girl sitting on his shoulders. He acknowledged Zack's existance with a friendly nod." Well Marlene, this is our new home." The man sighed in a tone that resembled false happiness. Stopping to look around a bit,the man hung his head in sorrow, " It's like this everywhere we go, never changing. The reactors, ShinRa ... It's all their fault. But soon it will change, one day the world will be like it was, like it was 20 years ago." He muttered so that Zack could barely hear. " It's terrible what ShinRa has done to this world, but I promise to make it right, Dyne would want it that way."

The girl, no older than 3 climbed down from her 'perch' and giggled, she took the left hand of who seemed to be her father. The mans other arm lay dead at his side, an artifical one. " C'mon Marlene, let's go." he said a bit happier, as he lead the child further into the slums.

Zack watched as the man and his daughter left. He recalled not long ago, his hometown had suffered from a Mako reactor problem. He had to admit that the man was right, ShinRa was a terrible company. Why was he working for them, when he knew the wrongs they had done. Was it because of the money? He was beginning to think that this life style was the wrong one for him. He couldn't remember what had made him enter soldier in the first place though.

His parents were opposed to his carrier choice, they claimed that ShinRa was only trouble, that it had ruined their town and their lives. Naturally Zack shrugged of his parents and joined up anyways, what kind of rebelious teenager would do other wise? Then it dawned on him, " My uncle," he said aloud, " I joined because I wanted to experience the same life that my uncle lived before he joined The Turks." He desided that that must have been his reason.